Now, my Constitution has reached [157].
It has surpassed the realistic Constitution, and is stepping towards a new realm of Constitution ahead.
And today.
It's the eleventh year in this world, summer.
Zhang Feng is playing in the forest at the border of the second province, occasionally stepping onto the trees, jumping at the top of them, chasing the birds soaring in the low sky.
But as he chased to a place in front of a small mountain.
"Great skill!"
From the mountain top several hundred meters high, suddenly came a voice ethereal, unlike the resonance of Inner Strength nor shouting, but conveyed with the breeze.
Zhang Feng looked upwards, at the edge of the cliff stood an old Daoist in a clean robe.
His age seemed over eighty.
"Amazing ability to find people by sound!"
Upon seeing Zhang Feng looking over, he laughed like a child, but paired with his age, appeared somewhat eccentric.
